My flight was being served by an obviously
gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone
In a good mood as he served us food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to descend, he came
swishing down the aisle and told us that "Captain
Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing
the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could
just put your trays up, that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed
this well-dressed and rather Arabic looking
woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps
you didn't hear me over those big brute engines
but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the
main man can pitty-pat us on the ground."
She calmly turned her head and said, "In my
country, I am called a Princess and I take orders
from no one."
To which the flight attendant replied, without
missing a beat, "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called
a Queen, so I out rank you. Tray-up, Bitch."